The Cabin in the Woods

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  • Published: 13 May 2017
  • Updated: 7 Jun 2017
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Privington, Ashville not only holds the most interesting records of criminals, but it also is the home to the three young detectives; Marty, Wesley, and Jackie. After closing down yet another stolen goods operation, the trio is called upon to take on another task. However, this time it's different, and later on known to be extremely dangerous.

Chief Blanton, of the Privington Police Department, has given the young sleuths the task of finding his son, who has disappeared. Of course they accept, not knowing exactly what they were getting themselves into. When Jackie gets kidnapped, will the trio decide to back off or will they fight on? Will they find the chief's son, or will they fail?

Read on to dive deeper into this mystery.


26. Chapter 26 - (Marty's P.O.V)

"One more to go," I said as I pried at the wooden panel with my hands.


Somehow I hadn't obtained any blisters yet, but even if I did it wouldn't have mattered. As long as we got out of here then I would be okay. Once we accomplished that we would find Jackie and leave this wretched cabin behind.


The window behind the wood boards allowed bright beams of light to enter the room, turning all the dark corners to lightly shadowed portions of the room. The walls were stone as was the floor. Not only did I have a better view of the room, but I also had the opportunity to look upon Frank and clearly inspect his appearance. It was almost as if it wasn't him. I mean it was but at the same time it was a different person entirely. I guess that's what happens when you're cooped up here and visited frequently by Nathan.


He had bruises, so many bruises, and his clothes were torn in some places. His lip was cut open and dried blood stained his shirt sleeves while more freshly drawn blood glistened in the light. When Frank had insisted that he try and stand, Wesley and I hesitated. We had seen how difficult it was for him to simply sit up, let alone turn around. But when Frank had persuaded us that it would be better to stand, we had helped him. At first he was unsteady and had clutched at our shoulders for support, but then as he began working his legs again he was able to walk on his own.


I grunted as my hand slipped while I tugged on the board. "This last one is a bit tricky," I said, looking over at Wesley. "Could you give me a hand?"


"Sure thing," he replied, taking hold of one side of the wooden panel.


I took a deep breath, regaining some of my energy. I grabbed the other side and said, "On the count of three. One. Two. Three!"


We both pulled with all of our might and suddenly were on the ground, still holding the piece of wood. It had come free, but we had pulled with enough force that we had been knocked off of our feet. I threw the panel aside and got to my feet as Wesley did.


"Thanks," I said.


Wesley nodded as a way of saying 'you're welcome' and stared at the window. We all had the same thought in our head; whether or not the window was going to budge, locked or not. I mentally pleaded, hoping that it would open. We had come this far and I wanted to only go farther.


Frank approached the window and put his fingers under the lip that allowed you to push up. He tried opening it but nothing happened. I looked at the lock, seeing that it was unlocked. But...


"There's something stopping the lock from turning fully," Frank observed, showing Wesley and I. Indeed that was the issue.


"We need something small and preferably sharp, like a stick," Wesley pointed out. That's where I come in.


I bent over and lifted my pant leg up, revealing my sock. Pulling the material aside I grabbed my pocket knife.


"We may not have a stick but we do have this." I showed them the object that I held and flicked it open.


"Great!" Wesley cheered. "You're lucky they didn't fully inspect us before we got in here."


I had high doubts they would. They took the bag I had with me and I was hoping that's all they thought we had on us. Fortunately they did.


I stuck the tip of the blade behind the lock and began working it side to side. As I went to push it left again, the blade got stuck.


"It's stuck in," I said, pushing a little harder. I felt two other hands join mine. Frank and Wesley heaved as did I and pop! a piece of plastic flew up and then fell to the ground. "Do you think we broke it?" I asked.


"I think we just unjammed it," Frank answered.


Wesley stepped up this time and, making sure that the window wasn't locked, pushed up. Unlike the first attempt, the window slid up with ease. It didn't make a sound and we were greeted with a nice, refreshing breeze that made me shiver with delight. I silently cheered, knowing that we were getting only closer to Jackie. I had heard her cries as Nathan went out with his promise to me, and I couldn't help but yell back. It hurt me enough to know that she was in his hands. Soon enough I would have her back.


"Marty, you first," Wesley said, cupping his hands together as to give me a little boost. I grabbed the ledge of the window and jumped, with Wesley's assistance, up and out of the room we were once held in.

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